A View From a Train Window

Dismal landscape, and dreary:
Smeared with mud piles, smothering greenery.
Stale sky, vacant and weary;
Rust-covered ruins in cloud-covered scenery.

Entered the Land of the Pylon:
Forlorn and faceless in cheerless weather.
Chimneys, and grey fields a mile on;
Barges with paint peeling, huddled together.

Buildings shabby and battered;
Rust and decay in the faltering light.
Grimy windows, some shattered.
Faded paint fades with the falling of night.

Written mostly in 2002 and finished in 2004. Juvenilia, in other words, but some people liked it all the same.